The Formidable Son-in-law

"It's me." Qin Chuan raised his eyebrows and continued.    

"I am now buying clothes at the Jin Ling Shopping Center under your banner. I was blocked by a manager called Zhu Daqiang. He said that I am not qualified to shop here. Look at this..."    

"What? I will go over right now!" Wang Dachuan screamed and immediately got up from the woman.    

"No need. I'll give him the phone. You can tell him yourself."    

Qin Chuan turned on the loudspeaker and signaled Zhu Daqiang to take the phone.    

"It does look like that." Zhu Daqiang snorted and leaned against his ear with some uncertainty.    

"Zhu Daqiang! Do you not want to do it anymore? Ah! Godly Doctor Qin is my, Wang Dachuan's, benefactor. If you let him suffer any grievances, I will immediately drive you away!"    

Before Zhu Daqiang could react, Wang Dachuan's roar and the sound of a gun being shot could be heard from the phone. Zhu Daqiang was so scared that he trembled and almost fell to the ground.    

"Director Wang, this, this is all a misunderstanding. I didn't know he was your friend. Otherwise, even if I had the guts, I wouldn't dare to make things difficult for him..." Zhu Daqiang immediately reacted and explained bitterly.    

"I don't care if you know it or not. If my benefactor suffered any grievances, I will skin you alive!"    

Wang Dachuan cursed and hung up the phone.    

At this moment, the waiter who went downstairs to look for someone rushed up with a group of security guards.    

"It's him. Brother Zhu has ordered us to beat them up and kick them out!"    

The waitress pointed at Qin Chuan and the other two and screamed.    

Slap!    

The waitress was slapped hard on the face.    

"Slap! Slap your mother! Get lost!"    

Zhu Daqiang cursed without giving any explanation. He turned around to face Qin Chuan, his face full of smiles.    

"Qin, Mr. Qin, it's all my fault. It's all my fault for looking down on others. It's all my fault for being so arrogant. Please just let me go like a fart."    

Qin Chuan looked at Zhu Daqiang with disgust. He waved his hand like he was chasing away a fly.    

"Get lost. Let's forget about today's matter."    

"Alright!"    

Zhu Daqiang agreed excitedly. He laid down on the ground like a blind bear and really planned to roll away and disappear from Qin Chuan's sight.    

"Wait, I don't want to see those two people either." Qin Chuan suddenly stopped Zhu Daqiang and pointed at the gloomy fat couple.    

"Understood, throw them out!"    

Zhu Daqiang immediately got up from the ground and waved his hand. The security guards beside him rushed forward and carried them downstairs.    

"Zhu Daqiang, just you wait... Ouch..."    

A painful howl was heard and the two of them were thrown out of the door. It was the time when the Jin Ling Shopping Center was about to close, and there were many customers coming out. They looked at the fat couple with strange eyes, and many of them took out their phones to take pictures.    

"Today, I have lost all my face..."    

Fatty Oil Light wished that he could find a hole to hide in. He covered his face with one hand and grabbed his wife with the other as he fled.    

"Mr. Qin, what other orders do you have?" Zhu Daqiang ran over eagerly.    

"No more. I'll buy this dress. Go and swipe your card." Qin Chuan shook his head and handed the Supreme Card to Zhu Daqiang.    

"Hmph, I don't know how I managed to get a Supreme Card from Wang Dachuan. He really thinks he's a god!"    

A sour voice sounded by his ear.    

"What, do you have an opinion?" Qin Chuan raised his eyebrows and looked at the arrogant Young Master Ximen.    

"I don't have an opinion. I just saw a beggar using a broken card to show off. I, Young Master Ximen, don't like it."    

Ximen Feng snorted coldly and stared at Qin Chuan with disdain. In his eyes, Qin Chuan was at most a nouveau riche. Using chicken feathers as an order.    

"Young Master Ximen? Judging from your tone, you are very narcissistic about how you address yourself." Qin Chuan said with a sneer.    

"Of course. Our Ximen family is one of the biggest families in Dongjiang. We have plenty of money. Even if Wang Dachuan sees me, he will have to call me young master!"    

Ximen Feng patted his chest proudly. When the charming girl beside him heard the word 'money', her eyes immediately lit up.    

"Is that so? Then I'll have to trouble Young Master Ximen to tell me. Your family is so rich, how much of it was earned by you?" Qin Chuan asked coldly.    

"Uh... this... this..." Ximen Feng was stunned by Qin Chuan's question. He really did not know how to answer. But he immediately reacted and pointed at Qin Chuan angrily. "How much money I earn has nothing to do with you. Even if I don't make money, the money in my family is enough for me to spend my whole life!"    

"Oh, so you're saying that your family's so rich has nothing to do with you. " You're just a second-generation rich kid waiting to die. "    

Qin Chuan suddenly raised his hand and pointed at Young Master Ximen's nose.    

"I, I, I am just a second-generation rich kid, what do you think? It is also better than a beggar like you!" Young Master Ximen was provoked by Qin Chuan's words, and his face turned red. He couldn't help but take a few steps back.